"Okay. Did Flynn call you?" Colin asked."How did you know? Did he contact you?" I was surprised."He asked me before if I knew Queenie's whereabouts, but I didn't tell him. Actually, if you hadn't posted that photo, he might not have found out so quickly," Colin explained."I don't know if I did the right thing. I wanted Flynn to see it. After so many years, they need to end their relationship instead of letting it hang. Flynn owes Queenie an explanation. And he has to step up if we want Queenie to move on. "I don't want Queenie to wait any longer. I pity her. Being together for five years is long enough. I don't want her to waste a lifetime on Flynn. Flynn isn't worth it, and Queenie deserves better," I grumbled sadly."I just ended a call with Flynn, and he seemed very emotional. He might come over these days, so keep an eye on Queenie. If anything happens, call me immediately. Don't try to handle this yourself. "And make sure Queenie gets to have a talk with Flynn. It doesn
"Queenie, what are you doing!" An angry shout suddenly erupted, startling everyone.Queenie turned pale as she trembled in fear.I closed my eyes. I had guessed that this was bound to happen.Flynn appeared out of thin air and grabbed Queenie's wrist, pulling her to his side. He glared angrily at Andrew. "Queenie, is this why you blocked me and didn't come home for two months?"My anger surged instantly. I wished I could go over and give Flynn a good beating! What a foul mouth! He should really wash it out with a toilet cleaner. He couldn't see his own faults, yet he still dared to blame others. What nerve!When Queenie heard this, color drained from her already pale face. She forced a smile and looked up at the man she had foolishly loved for years. Disappointment lay heavy in her eyes, so heavy that Flynn dared not meet her gaze and awkwardly turned away.She pulled her wrist back, rubbing it gently with her other hand. She muttered softly, "Not everyone is like you."Flynn lo
"I'm here for Queenie. Get lost." Flynn closed his eyes and composed himself.It seemed that he had matured over the years and could now control his emotions with ease. However, while he might have excelled in the business world, he was not a suitable lover.Andrew tried to intervene again but was stopped by Queenie.Queenie emerged from behind him and looked up at Flynn. "Say what you have to say here. We have dinner plans in ten minutes."The veins on Flynn's forehead bulged and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes burning with anger. He was suppressing his emotions."Fine, I'll say it here. My parents chose Yanice to be my marriage partner. She's the woman you met that year. She has liked me for many years, but she's just a marriage candidate. I don't like her. "As for the child, I drank too much one night. I didn't even know what happened when I woke up. I was still lying on her, and we hadn't even pulled away," Flynn began speaking.Queenie trembled upon hearing this, and a w
"I've been with you since I was 19 years old. I'm almost 24 now. It's been five years, and we've never put an official title to our relationship. How many more years will this continue? "Should I spend the rest of my life being your mistress? Enjoying the glory and wealth you give me while bearing endless insults? Becoming known as a hated homewrecker? Is this your way of loving someone? "You keep saying that I'm the only one you love, and I should be happy. But this kind of love hurts more than I can bear. And I don't want it anymore. Since you're here today, I'll make it clear. Flynn Hayes, I don't want the past to repeat itself. Let's break up." Queenie choked up.Flynn's expression became frantic with a mixture of embarrassment and panic in his eyes. He rushed over in fear and grabbed Queenie. "No, Queenie. I never said you were a mistress! You're not a homewrecker either! You're the only one I love! Take it back, Queenie. I don't want to break up! "Queenie, I know you resen
"Yes, you do love me. I don't deny that. But you love power and status more. In front of these things, I'll never be your first choice. "Flynn, no one would want to spend their whole life waiting for someone else to choose them. I've done everything I could for love, and the same couldn't be said for you. I'm tired now."I'm not as kind and tolerant as you make me seem, and I can't share the person I love with someone else. And she's not just any woman, she's also the guarantee of your power and status. I know I'm not as important to you as she is. And your desire to want everything disgusts me. "So, I give up. I loved you. But my love for you has run out, and I don't dare to love you again. That's all I have to say. You can go now. Like I said, let's never meet again." Queenie gave one final sigh.Flynn didn't expect Queenie, who had always let him have his way, to be so determined to break up. He looked at Queenie in disbelief, searching for even the tiniest bit of reluctance,
Once we were far enough, I turned around. Flynn was still there, staring at our backs like an old, regretful man.We were close to the owner of the pasta restaurant. When he saw us, he welcomed us earnestly and served us the food we ordered.Queenie and I sat opposite each other while Andrew sat next to her.Andrew placed Queenie's order before her. She slurped the spaghetti quietly. It looked like she was ravenous.As she ate, her tears began falling onto the plate. She put down the cutlery, took a tissue paper, and began sobbing while covering her eyes.I let out a sigh of relief.I was glad that she cried. I was so afraid that she'd keep those feelings bottled up as that would take a toll on her mental health. Now that she had closure, she could finally move on from Flynn.She needed to cry the pain out. Then, she'd be able to start anew.As for Flynn, his wealth and status had inflated his ego. He wasn't worth it.And from now on, Flynn and Queenie's relationship was offic
After the meal, Queenie visibly felt better.Andrew seized the opportunity to suggest watching a movie together. He said a good, nerve-wracking thriller was recently released.I found an excuse and left them. I was not going to be a third wheel on their date.I went home and found that Flynn was leaning against the gate, smoking.For some reason, it felt like he had aged a lot after an hour. His face was ashen, and his eyes were soulless.When he saw me, his eyes lit up briefly. They dimmed when he saw that it was just me alone.Originally, I wanted to ignore him. But we had been friends for many years. It wasn't right to do so."What are you doing here?" I asked.He lifted his head to look at the dusk sky. Loneliness oozed from his gaze. "So, she's leaving me for real this time."Duh! Who would stay with a cheating boyfriend?Rage welled up within me.Was Flynn still oblivious to the fact that he reaped what he sowed? Was he that full of himself or did he think Queenie was
"What about me? How am I supposed to live without Queenie!" Flynn yelled like a cornered prey.I almost chortled out loud. "You've been living without her for nearly two months now. And you're still well and alive.""Hear me out, Luna. Daniela was suspected of a miscarriage, so she was admitted to a hospital. My mom was watching over me like a hawk 24/7, and she confiscated my phone. I couldn't contact Queenie at all. It wasn't until Daniela was discharged and I promised to marry her that my mom released me."But I couldn't find Queenie. Our apartment was empty, and every gift I gave her was there. She never spent any of the money I gave her. It was all in the debit card on the table. Queenie was gone. Her personal items used to be next to mine, but they all disappeared."You can't imagine the pain I feel, Luna. It hurts so much, so much so that I want to die. Who can help me? I made a mistake, yes. But it was an innocent mistake. I never intended to hurt Queenie. The pregnancy was
Luna furiously scolded me, asserting that I didn't deserve Queenie's love and that Queenie had been blind to my true colors all those years. Driven mad by desperation, I chased after Queenie, determined to tell her I was wrong and plead for another chance to prove myself. However, the young man intervened, delivering a swift and punishing combination of punches and kicks that knocked me to the ground. Humiliated, I struggled to get up and fight back, unwilling to lose to another man.Despite his youthful appearance, the look in his eyes as he glanced at Queenie was undeniable. It was a blend of love, desire, and possessiveness only a man could understand.I was consumed by the thought that he wasn't worthy of my precious Queenie's love.Nevertheless, my body felt heavy and powerless. It was as if the strength had been drained from me. The blows rained down on me, bringing with them a strange sense of relief amidst the pain. Part of me yearned for him to kick me harder, inflict
I wanted nothing more than to run to Queenie, to hold her tightly and tell her how much I missed her during those endless days apart. I wanted to kiss her deeply and feel the warmth of her embrace. I called out, "Queenie, I'm here."Seeing me seemed to jolt Queenie from her joyous state, replacing it with a vacant expression. Mere moments before, she had been smiling brightly, her eyes aglow with happiness. Now, she appeared lost, her initial elation dissipating into a blank, unresponsive gaze.I couldn't understand why she had turned so distant upon seeing me. The love and joy that once shone in her eyes were nowhere to be found. As I observed her, I wondered if our time apart had caused her to forget. Or perhaps the events of the past had wounded her so profoundly that she had stopped waiting for me.The thoughts terrified me, and I dared not ask for fear of confirming my suspicions. All I wanted was to hold her, kiss her, and tell her how much I missed her. Yet, it seemed tha
I had no interest in Daniela's pregnancy, so I kicked her out of the house. My friends came to console me, each expressing their sympathies with a drink because they didn't know how else to comfort me.The money I had sent to Queenie's account was quickly returned as the account had been closed. Her phone number became unreachable, and when I sought her at her parents' home, I found the elderly couple waiting anxiously for their daughter's return. I lost not only Queenie but any connection to her. I grew disinterested in everything, neglecting my company and spending my days in a drunken haze.Then, my uncle came. We drank through the night as he shared tales of his hardships, the painful memories of his mother, and the years he spent alone, suffering.He said, "Everyone has their fate, Flynn. And choosing one thing often means losing another. Just as you've chosen to fight for the family business, you've sacrificed a part of yourself. But you must rise and fight me with all you'v
Queenie would then jump off the cliff, leaving me to jolt awake in a cold sweat. I endured each twilight in my hopeless vigil, counting down the days.On the 75th day, the door finally unlocked. I stepped outside and realized that this was the neighborhood where Queenie and I lived. All this time, we had been mere yards apart.My mom truly knew how to break a person's spirit. All I had to do was lift my head to see the pomegranate tree planted in our yard.I stumbled toward our home, my wounds screaming as I desperately called for Queenie. But the immaculate house stood eerily silent, echoing my footsteps like thunder.Except for Queenie, every possession remained meticulously in place—the exquisite clothes, expensive jewelry, and designer cosmetics.Queenie was gone, and the thought of losing her drove me into a frenzy.I collapsed in the middle of the room, sobbing uncontrollably. Regret consumed me. I should have never let my family's threats manipulate me and left Queenie to
I clenched my fists, barely resisting the urge to rush over to Queenie's side. All I wanted was to embrace her and whisper assurances that I would protect her, always. But I knew I had no right to do so.My dad's threat hung heavy in my mind, and the stares of Daniela and her mother bore into Queenie like daggers. One wrong move or word and those blades would descend upon Queenie, cutting her to shreds.The pain was unbearable. I felt sorry for Queenie. I was powerless and couldn't help her. With all my heart, I wished for her to stay strong and survive. She deserved better than me. Daniela's mother slapped Queenie, calling her a whore and a homewrecker, accusing her of seducing other people's boyfriends.Queenie stood rigidly, her gaze filled with humiliation. Her lips trembled, and the light in her eyes gradually faded.I winced in agony but held myself together, picking up Daniela and walking away.Countless times afterward, I berated myself for choosing to take Daniela away
We both knew the truth—neither of us could cross the chasm that had formed between our hearts.After that, I went home almost every day. We managed to maintain a semblance of normalcy in our day-to-day lives. We prepared sumptuous dinners and tended to our garden. I even considered adopting a pet to keep Queenie company while I was away.However, no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't rekindle the warmth we had once shared. Queenie hardly smiled anymore. No matter what I did to cheer her up, she would only give a half-hearted smile, her eyes remaining cold and distant.I knew something had transpired during our separation, but she refused to discuss it. My attempts to uncover the truth through private investigators were in vain. Any evidence had been meticulously erased.Eventually, I realized Queenie was simply biding her time, waiting for the moment when she would be forced to relinquish all hope and leave.A month later, my mother joyfully told me that Daniela was pregnant an
I grabbed a brush from the bathroom and scrubbed myself furiously, desperate to wash away the overwhelming sense of filth. Even as the rough bristles tore into my skin, drawing blood and causing searing pain, I felt no closer to feeling clean.My mind was consumed with thoughts of Queenie and the nearly five years we had spent together—the happy moments, the arguments, every single memory.At that moment, I realized I was terrified. Never before had I experienced such abject fear. Knowing Queenie's uncompromising stance on love and fidelity, I knew she would never forgive me once she discovered my transgression.She would undoubtedly turn and leave, heedless of any pleas I might make. I probably wouldn't even have the courage to ask for her forgiveness in the face of her justified anger.I regretted everything. If I had listened to my friends and taken Queenie away from all this, none of this would have happened. But I had hesitated. Even now, I couldn't be certain if my hesitati
Yesterday afternoon, my dad called and demanded that I make a decision within two days, or they would take action.I felt cornered because I genuinely didn't know how to talk to Queenie about this. The mere idea of her packing her belongings and leaving, accompanied by the unspeakable anguish it would inflict upon me, was a burden too heavy to bear.I wasn't sure if I could ever have a semblance of normality in my life again after that.So, I gathered some friends to drink with me. I drank heavily because I had made a decision—a disgraceful, heartless decision. The thought of what I would have to face the next day made life seem hopeless, so I drank even more.Before losing consciousness, I handed my car keys to my assistant, using my last bit of clarity to tell him to take me home no matter what state I was in.Even if it meant returning to the Hayes family's residence, he should not leave me out on the streets. Despite the imminent breakup, I wanted to part ways with Queenie in
My mom proved to be even more ruthless than my dad. She found me, dropped to her knees without a word, and begged me. She reminded me of the years they had spent raising me, pleading that I ensure they wouldn't be left without a sense of security in their old age.In essence, they were pressuring me to abandon everything. I was to pursue money and power for their sake, secure the Hayes family's head position, and ensure our grip on wealth and influence. Their priority was maintaining their luxurious, elevated lifestyle. My happiness, my desires—whether I even wanted those things—meant nothing to them. Sometimes, it felt like I was nothing more than a tool for achieving their ambitions.My dad told me bluntly that he would go after Queenie if I didn't comply. He said, "You're right. I'm incapable of outmaneuvering your uncle. But no matter how incompetent I am, I can easily make Queenie's life in Harveyton unbearable."To be honest, that day was the coldest my heart had ever felt